Moab is my washbasin. 1 I will make Edom serve me. 2 I will shout in triumph over Philistia.” 3
Moab is my wash basin. 1 I will make Edom serve me. 2 I will shout in triumph over Philistia.”
The Lord again asked me, “What do you see?” I answered, “I see a pot of boiling water; it is tipped toward us from the north.” 1
The Israelites said to them, “If only we had died 1 by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by 2 the pots of meat, when we ate bread to the full, 3 for you have brought us out into this desert to kill 4 this whole assembly with hunger!”
Someone went out to the field to gather some herbs and found a wild vine. 1 He picked some of its fruit, 2 enough to fill up the fold of his robe. He came back, cut it up, and threw the slices 3 into the stew pot, not knowing they were harmful. 4
“‘Therefore this is what the sovereign Lord says: Woe to the city of bloodshed, the pot whose rot 1 is in it, whose rot has not been removed 2 from it! Empty it piece by piece. No lot has fallen on it. 3
Every cooking pot in Jerusalem and Judah will become holy in the sight of the Lord who rules over all, so that all who offer sacrifices may come and use some of them to boil their sacrifices in them. On that day there will no longer be a Canaanite 1 in the house of the Lord who rules over all.